Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.